Lyrics:

It's Five O'clock
and I Walk Through The Empty Streets
thoughts Fill My Head
but Then Still
no One Speaks To Me
my Mind Takes Me Back
to The Years That Have Passed Me By

[interlude]

it Is So Hard To Believe
that It's Me
that I See
in The Window Pane
it It So Hard To Believe
that All This Is The Way
that It Has To Be

it's Five O'clock
and I Walk Through The Empty Streets
the Night Is My Friend
and In Him
i Find Sympathy